45 ~ You Are Mine To Stay With Forever

Brinda

Every step Francesco took towards me made my heartbeat increase but I composed myself and remained seated on the floor. When he reached where I sat, he cupped my chin with his right hand. “My body is candy that you can't resist. If not, you would not have looked at me till your face got red.” 

Speaking of getting caught red-handed.

“What the fuck are you saying?” I asked him trying to play innocent but he dragged me up gently. 

His hands wrapped around my waist then he pulled me in closer to his body, his breath brushing past my face repeatedly while he stared into my eyes. 

If it was five years ago, I would have felt something but not anymore. I can feel nothing but unease while being in his arms. His eyes did not leave mine while he stared into it — Evil, cruel and intense with no good intention.

“Damsel, why did you allow Joshua to touch you earlier?” He questioned. 

I rolled my ears before I chuckled, “He is nice. And of course, he's cool. And with the way I saw him…” I left him anticipating what I had in mind. His eyes glinted with curiosity. “He is better than you.” I concluded. 

“What?” He scuffed. “Joshua is better than me? You must be kidding me. Are you serious at all? That old man is better than the young me?” He asked, almost gouging his eyes out.

I burst out laughing. He looks quite cute like a baby after his words.

“Of course…” I breathed. “What else were you thinking? I look into the heart and not the body.” 

His laughter filled the room then he let go of my body. I inhaled a large amount of air deeply. Francesco walked away with his back while his eyes were on mine. 

He plopped down on the cushioned, three seater divan. He crossed his legs over another. He raised his left eyebrow. 

I understood what he meant so I moved closer. I grabbed the bottle of whiskey on the table and opened it, then I poured some of its contents into a glass cup. 

I stretched the hand holding the cup towards Francesco but he swirled me around letting the drink pour on my breast area. He pressed my body into his and my butt landed on his lap. The liquid flowed all the way down to my private region and it was then, it stopped. 

My eyes sparkled with amusement as I quipped, “I see that you are still working on your ‘Fall For The Devil’ plan. Laughing out loud. That won't have any effect on me.” 

“Your heart beats for me, and me alone. I will never let you go. You are my obsession. You are mine and mine to stay with forever. Forever and ever.” His eyes narrowed, his tone taking on a stern tone. 

“Really? My heart beats for you, I agree. But, does yours beat for me? If it really does, why will I be suffering? Why would you have poisoned me?” I held back the tears that clogged my eyes. 

He smiled. “Our love is a cycle of violence and desire. It is not a pure type of love.” His tone was even, his voice composed. 

“Seriously?” I asked. 

“Yes. Love is a beautiful thing however, I don't believe in it anymore. Talking of obsession… It's damn real. I can love you today then tomorrow, I may stop loving you but my obsession for you can never come to an end. Obsession is more powerful than… Love.” He spoke with a calm, measured tone while he stared into my eyes. 

I opened my mouth to talk but the right words I was looking for just fucking got stuck in my throat and my heart raced faster than usual — Faster than when Bullet and I were about to be caught at the hotel, more than when I saw my mother's lifeless body, more than the moment Francesco licked the nurse's blood and more than when I killed Mr. Donald. 

“Then, turn your obsession to love. Maybe, I can reconsider you and open my heart to you.” I said then I rested my head on his shoulder. 

“No. I was not born for love. I love my current self. Love Destroys, it doesn't give strength.” He replied. 

“You once loved me. I knew it. I felt it then when we used to live together. We ate and did everything together. Where is the love now?” Tears streamed down my cheeks uncontrollably, my voice shaking but I didn't want Francesco to see them. 

I am not weak but strong.

Why am I crying in the first place? This man had shattered my love years ago. He left me and he reappeared five years later only to bring me back to the life I ran from. 

What has he said to me that my heart couldn't hold?

Till a few hours ago, my mind was only full of how to kill him and send him to the pit of hell. When and how can I do that when just little of his words make me weak in the mind and body?

“Our love is doomed from the start.” Francesco slurred his words. “But I will be obsessed with you till the very end.” 

“You are the poison that wants to kill me, and you are still the antidote that saves me. You are the ghosts that possess me, the demon that haunts and you still want to be the Angel in my dark world. What are you, Francesco?” I gazed into his eyes. 

His orbs flickered while his mouth fell open. “I… I…” He stammered, then all of a sudden, like a storm, he pushed me away from his lap. 

He grabbed my waist and pushed me to the divan where he sat. He ogled over me. His breathing was fast and quick. 

“Let's do something beautiful,” he spoke with a firm, authoritative voice. His face was set. 

“And what is that?” I threw my hands over his neck. 

Whatever game he is playing, I will play it with him. Whatever he wants to see, I will show him but I won't be his slave. He brought his lips closer to mine and I wasted no time as I pulled his neck more and claimed his lips.